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Maina Yuujiru

"As a horror club, isn't this turn of events what we were looking for?"

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a character in “Onigokko”, originally authored by AttackonFluffy, as played by RolePlayGateway

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♦ Age ♦
17

♦ Height ♦
5'3"

♦ Weight ♦
116lbs

♦ Alignment ♦
Neutral

♦ Character Type ♦
Hybrid || Tengu




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♦ Brief History ♦
The Yuujiru name was once well-known and even feared amongst many half-demons. Through the years, however, the great power that the family once held over the Hybrid race began to gradually deplete, members of their own race turning against them, displeased with how greedy and self-centered they were. It only took a few centuries of civil disputes and a discrete battle to drive the once large and great family to become nothing more than the leaders of a small village that existed quite a good distance from any other Hybrid civilizations. Maina became the third daughter of the Yuujiru family, with two older twin sisters and parents who were the twelfth generation heads of the small hybrid village she spent most of her childhood living in.

Growing up, she was given daily self-defense and combat classes while being educated in the betrayal of her own race against her ancestors who were described as great and just leaders. At first, she was angry that her ancestors weren't given the respect they deserved. Her family should be treated like royalty, after all, but within a few years she learned the truth as to why the majority of the Hybrid race turned again the Yuujiru family and wanted their power to disappear. Her ancestors had been preforming experiments on humans, seeing them as mindless animals who needed to learn their place. They would kidnap children in the night and use turn them into slaves, provoking adult humans to go exploring in the only safe places Hybrid could live at the time. It's no wonder her race wanted to get rid of the Yuujiru family. Though Maina never spoke of the history books that provided such information that she discovered deep in her families library, she quickly began to distance herself from her parents, and not long after, her sisters as well.

Maina took note that no one from the village she'd lived in for so long had even set foot in their large home, let alone made an appearance along the border of their property. She began to acknowledge how her parents would laugh at and insult humans as if it was casual dinning room talk, her older sisters laughing along and humoring them with their own crude jokes. This, of course, led her to feel uncomfortable around her family. She had no real knowledge of humans, so how could she agree with their opinions? This soon enough led to her growing curious of the race she'd only even read about in history books. For three years she pondered over her thoughts of them, before she made the decision that she wanted to meet humans herself and make her own decision of how she would perceive them. Leaving home at 16 years of age, without ever notifying her family of her actions, she made her way into the world of humans by enrolling into a public high school. Then, not long after her 17th birthday, the name of a certain horror club caught her eye.

♦ Dark Secret ♦
Maina is as fearless as they come, practically to a point where it's as if there is nothing in this world that could really scare here. That is, unless it has to do with magic. Despite having some potential to use magic herself, she's completely and utterly terrified of it for reasons she's not even sure of herself. It actually takes her a while to realize that her body has started shaking and/or that her heart has started pumping faster than usual.




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♦ Personality ♦
Even if one were to prove their loyalty one hundred times, it would be very unlikely for Maina to put her full trust in anyone. From a young age, she's been suspicious of every word that someone will say and/or every action they perform. As such, she's constantly investigating and examining the actions of those around her, analyzing their movements like a bird analyzes it's prey. Though she may accept the assistance of those around her, in the end she greatly believes that the only on she can truly rely one is herself. Because she struggles to trust, though, her loyalty to others can be questionable now and then. After all, how can someone who doesn't trust others be trusted themselves? If she believes she has a better chance doing something on her own, chances are she won't have to think hard about leaving someone behind.

One shouldn't blame her for this was of thinking. She's only doing what's logical to survive, and the logical route is most often what she'll chose to take, however there are instances where she will act irrationally. The strong wish that the majority of humans posses to protect others tends to rub off on her every once in a while. When she first started living amongst humans, she was very set apart from their close bonds and carelessness, but she continues to try and learn their ways so she can better fit in with their world. She'll participate in teasing and casual conversation, and will even refer to some classmates as friends. This doesn't keep her from doing things that others would consider unpleasant, though. As friendly as she may seem, there is also a side to her that won't hesitate to do what needs to be done, even if the cost is greater than the risk.




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♦ Abilities ♦
Razor Talons - 12 - The clear fingernails she has will darken and become thicker as they grow about two inches longer, the ends coming to a sharp point that can cut through almost anything. These are the talons of a Tengu, an ability nearly every Hybrid of the Tengu race can activate. When her talons are no longer needed, she can retract them and they will once again return to being normal fingernails. Once the talons are grown out, however, it can be somewhat painful to force them to go back to their original shape.
| Drains 4 HP Per Hit And 6 HP When Talons Are Deactivated |

Hawk's Eye - 0 - Tengu more often than not ascend from bird of prey. In Maina's case, to be more specific, her Tengu side is that of a hawk, a bird who's eyesight is at least ten times better than a normal humans. With 20/2 vision, she could read a book from twenty feet away. She does not have this sight all the time, however. Being half-human as well, she can access her Tengu eyes whenever she needs to and then revert back to 20/20 vision when her enhances sight is no longer necessary.
| Increases Evasion By 3 For 15 Seconds When Used in Battle |

Battle Screech - 20 - Inhaling deeply, filling up her lungs with a great amount of air, Maina can release a high-pitched screeching sound like that of a bird, the sound spreading out within twenty foot radius. Anyone unprepared for her attack within a fourteen foot radius will be rendered deaf for at least eight to ten seconds, with possible blurred vision and a painful headache to follow. Those outside the fourteen foot mark, but within the twenty, will have trouble hearing for at least six seconds, a headache also pounding on their brain only not as heavily. This attack will usually leave all parties disoriented for at least two to three seconds.
| Can Only Be Used Once Per Fight. Must Wait Two Battle Before Using Again. Sanity And Strength Decrease By 4 |

Scout/Trace - 0 - Being as how these two skills fall together like puzzle pieces, Maina puts both abilities into play when looking for answers. With her keen eyes and the strong sense of awareness she has of her surroundings, it's easy for her to spot things out of the ordinary that many would overlook, such as a book that's a centimeter out of place, or a crack in the floor that wasn't there before. After scouting for evidence, she can examine that evidence and use even tiny details to trace the item back to it's original source.



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♦ STATS ♦

HIT POINTS || 95/95
MANA POOL || 30/30

Strength || 7 (+8) = 15

Defense || 6 (+2) = 8

Magic || 6

M. Defense || 15

Agility || 12 (+2) = 14

Evasion || 13 (+2) = 15

Will || 11

Sanity || 10 (+8) = 18




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So begins...

Maina Yuujiru's Story

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Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Akira Renbokoji Character Portrait: Encountered Monsters Bestiary Character Portrait: Kirigaya Koizumi Character Portrait: Maina Yuujiru Character Portrait: Sobenei keiza Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Kirio Gensou Character Portrait: Shizuka Kimura Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Un Om Boon Character Portrait: Maya Kisayuki Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka Character Portrait: Troph Character Portrait: Nixyn. I. Yale Character Portrait: Milo Kidayami
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The day had started just like any other day. You woke at your regular time and went about your normal morning routine with just enough time to get to school. Lectures remained an utter bore, lunch was completely uneventful, and what would seem like another peaceful day seemingly drifts by as if nonexistent. When the final bell rings, the students and faculty prepare to go home to enjoy the upcoming Golden Week. That is to say, all except for you. For those who are members of the Homurahara Occult & Horror Club, the day has yet to come to an end.

As the sun ventures beyond the horizon and the dim red light fades from the hallways, you and the other members gather in a "special" classroom on the third year floor. The room itself contains an atmosphere akin to hollowed ground. The air is unusually heavy considering how easy it is to take it. With each breath you take, it's as if a heavy stone rests within your lungs and dissipates as you exhale. All of the desks have been pushed to the side in haphazard arrangements and simple formations to accommodate whomever has chosen to use them as a seat. The lights which buzz endlessly during the day have been neglected in favor of candlelight and the faint glow of the moon illuminates what the ghostly flames can not.

"Hmm...I thought I marked that page..."

Amongst the blending of static rain and idle chatter, you hear the president's voice above all else. This is likely due to the nature of the meeting; "a special late-night event that all shall remember". Bearing this in mind, your eyes once again drift to the center of the room where what appears to be a ceremonial circle has been drawn. You've always known Haruka to have an eerie aura about her, but this has long since surpassed anything she has done in the past. Furthermore, the peculiar tattered tome which she has been attentively flipping through for the past ten minutes is continuing to draw your suspicion.

"Hey, Haruka," the vice president who has been standing next her the whole time finally speaks up, "Don't you think we should just get on with this? I'm sure it'll be fine if you can't find one little ghost story."

"Just wait a minute, will ya!? I know I can find it!"

With that being said, you begin to feel an unnatural sense of unease. It was as if something terribly unavoidable was about to happen...

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Prelude to the Nightmare
Welcome to this little game we like to call Onigokko. I am the "Director". If you are reading this, then you are either a very brave soul or a fool to be punished. But for now, I suppose we can allow you a brief moment of peace. After all, the festival of carnage doesn't have to begin just yet. We'll have the rest of eternity to spend together either way~

If you care to enjoy this last precious moment of peace, perhaps you'd like to briefly introduce your character? It doesn't matter to me...

When you're ready to begin the game, just walk up to Haruka at the front of the class and ask "did you find it yet". I'll be eagerly awaiting those words. So try not to keep me waiting for too long~

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One shouldn't expect this day, following many days that have repeated themselves many times, to be any different from yesterday or tomorrow. It was a boring way to look at things, but even the afternoons spent in the classroom where the Homurahara Occult & Horror Club's activities took place had started to feel the same. Some days Maina would be entertained more than others, though. The club was full of numerous people with varying personalities. When she first decided to participate in the club, it was an exciting new experience. Of course, she would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy spending her evenings there, but there wasn't much to be learned there, and learning new things was one of the reasons she wanted to join a club in the first place.

Maina had showed up a little later than usual. When the bell rang to signify that school was over, she always waited until the classroom was empty before taking her leave so that the hallways wouldn't be as crowded, however an underclassmen in a hurry to get home had run into her, the flustered girls books and school work decorating the hallway floor in the process. Maina felt slightly annoyed, mostly from the unexpected collision that had just taken place, but assisted the younger girl with cleaning up her schoolwork anyway, resulting in her reaching the Horror Club's room after most of the members had already arrived. She wasn't really the type to converse unless spoken to first, unless she felt she needed to share her input in something, so she took a seat near the door by herself and quietly began reading through her history text book and taking down notes. She'd taken on an extra assignment for extra credit, not that she really needed it. She mostly just wanted to read more about human history, not really feeling like her classes went over the subject as thoroughly as they could've.

Though she looked to be engulfed in her own activities, she continued to listen carefully to the antics of the other members in the room. Troph's frustration with his video game caused her to lift her head for a brief moment to watch him shake his fist at the ceiling as if someone was actually listening to him to from above. Varren's comment wasn't hard to miss, either. Whether her purposefully mixed up his words or not, Maina couldn't really be sure. She meant to continue reading through her textbook, but the trays Yuzuki carried with her when she entered the room caught her attention. She wasn't a massive fan of sweets, herself, but she hadn't eaten much for lunch and peanut butter cookies were an exception.

Rising from her seat, she made her way over to the tables where the baked good had been set and helped herself to one of the star-shaped cookies. "Marking pages that interest you make it much easier to find things, Haruka-san," she said, turning to face Haruka, her last few words being somewhat muffled as she bit down on the cookie. As expected, Yuzuki's culinary skills never did disappoint. The sweets she baked were probably the only ones Maina actually liked. Just as Maina swallowed the bite she'd taken, Haruka jumped to attention, announcing that she'd found the page she was looking for.

As she began to read off from the page, Maina glanced over at the desk where she had made her place. She'd have to get back to her assignment later. She was almost finished with the book, and the notes she had gathered were plenty for the essay she needed to write. Spending her afternoons in the clubroom had taken up some of her time, but she would still manage to finish it within a couple of days.

Taking the last bite of her cookie, their club president finished her story and gave directions for everyone to stand around the magic circle. Looking at her herself, it seemed to be perfectly correct. She wasn't a magus herself, but she'd done plenty of research in the past. Haruka stating that magic wasn't real was indeed the definition of irony. If she ever became aware of the different creatures that shared the world with her, the girl would probably go crazy with excitement.





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A number of students rushed to escape the smoke-filled science room, coughing and letting out annoyed moans. Once again, Milo had mixed the wrong ingredients at the wrong time and ended up with a face full of smoke, his cherry-red hair barely visible under the layer of black matter that covered him from head to toe. He'd been told multiple times to make sure he was constantly reading over the directions provided to him, but he'd just assumed the red liquid should go in with the purple liquid because those colors looked best together. At least it didn't smell of rotten eggs this time, but most of the desks and floor was covered in black soot. Luckily this was Milo's last class of the day, though. After cleaning up his mess, he washed himself using the gym showers and, being familiar enough with his uniform somehow becoming a disaster, put on the spare uniform he always brought with him for these exact emergencies.

His hair was still wet when he made it to the Horror Club's classroom just in time to hear Yuzuki announcing the good she had brought for the day. "Ah, Yuzuki-senpai! You're amazing!" he said cheerfully, an enthusiastic smile plasters on his face as he hurried over to the desks where his upperclassmen had left the beautifully-decorated goodies. He didn't have to think twice about plopping down into one of the chairs of the desk that held the brownies and cupcakes. The one thing the boisterous boy couldn't resist was food, especially sweets. He'd always been quite the big eater, yet no matter the amount of food he ate, it didn't seem to do much for his height.

Three cupcakes and a brownie had already vanished from the trays of sweets, and a chocolate chip cookie was on it's way to Milo's mouth when the president suddenly interrupted it's trip. Come to think of it, Milo had no idea what was planned for today. He'd forgotten that they were supposed to be doing some special event, but forgetting things wasn't really new for him. He listened to her as she began reading from an old-looking book, something that looked like a prop for a movie, before he stood up and grouped in with the others, bringing his cookie along with him. His eyes moved to the floor in front of him, only just now realizing that an interesting whatchamacallit had been drawn on the floor. Was it supposed to be a magic circle? This was a bit different from the usual afternoon activities that the club performed, but they had gotten into plenty of shenanigans in the past, so Milo was ready to go on with whatever Haruka had planned for tonight. They got in trouble now and then, but they always had fun doing it.

"Does anyone have any remaining questions before we start?"

His eyes darted up from the drawing on the floor and his free hand shot up, the other hand still holding a half-eaten cookie. "Yes, I hereby claim any sweets that are leftover!" he said quickly, having an unusually serious look in his eyes, though his smile had not left his lips. Yuzuki's baked goods were a serious matter, after all.

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----- As Ayame glanced out the window, she saw the tar-black sky. It began as a whispering in the air and then bright, brilliant, sparkling pearls of rain began rolling down the window. Visible puddles of rain water were beginning to form on the solid concrete outside of the school building. The roof of cars danced wildly with the spray. Pedestrians ran for cover or they began to pull out their umbrellas. Most people would think of it gloomy, unwelcoming, dreary or somber and that's how most people would see a rainy day such as this one. Ayame could use no other word, but beautiful. To her the rain was calming and a thing that shouldn't be taken for granted.

----- It was nearing the end of the school day and while the rest of her classmates would be heading home, she would be staying after school for club activities. Despite Ayame's extremely extroverted nature, she had no want to socialize at the moment, which was uncharacteristic of her. Usually, she'd be the first one to strike up a conversation with someone. Though today that didn't seem to be the case. Today she just wanted to gaze at the captivating sky through the windows of the school. From afar it seemed as if she was lost in her own thoughts. Her eyes were slightly glazed over, as if she couldn't focus on something.

-----The thoughts trundled through her mind like a train going at break neck speed, with no intention of halting. But, like a good dream you wish to remember, they had gone and left no traces that would help recreate them, and were soon substituted by new ones who also vanished quickly.

----- Once the bell had rung she leisurely packed her belongings and headed to the clubroom were undoubtedly other members would be. There would be few other clubs staying after today. She had taken her time; aimlessly wandering the halls of the school. Some would even call it unusual, seeing Ayame wonder the halls, blankly staring outside of the window, obviously not a care in the world. The rain was harder now, and there was not even a sliver of light to be seen in the sky. It was a tranquil sight indeed. The thought of heading to the club room didn't even enter her mind. She was truly and utterly lost in the silent falling of the rain.

----- By the time Ayame to the clubroom the halls were practically vacant. She could see that they had already gotten started with their evening shenanigans. But that wasn't even what caught her eye, no. It wasn't that at all. Instead, it was that sweet and delectable scent that filled her nostrils. She completely toned out the president's speech, and the rest of the members chatter and instantly searched for the source of the smell. Soon she found the origin of such a breathtaking smell. The sight was even more breathtaking in its self. Just the aroma alone was beginning to make her mouth salivate.

----- She had no care for the fact that these were supposed to be shared among the rest of the group. Only for the fact that, this scrumptious food was in front of her and she was becoming hungrier by the second. With trembling hands, she picked up one of the cookies and as soon as it touched the tip of her tongue, her taste buds exploded. She doubled over. How could something seemingly simple, taste so good? Her face flushed, and steadied herself on her weak knees. She no longer cared if the others wouldn't get any, she had to have more and began quite literally stuffing her face.

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Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Akira Renbokoji Character Portrait: Maina Yuujiru Character Portrait: Sobenei keiza Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Kirio Gensou Character Portrait: Shizuka Kimura Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Maya Kisayuki Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka Character Portrait: Troph Character Portrait: Nixyn. I. Yale Character Portrait: Milo Kidayami
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Varren never really noticed the transition from a horror club into a sleepover and get scared once in a while club. A good portion of the room was devoted to the construction and establishment of fortifications, built out of blankets and pillows. How people could sleep so nonchalantly in the presence of others, the young man would never know. Though, like many castles from times of chivalry, the makeshift fortifications fell. Whether it was by the abrupt awakening of those residing within them, by an accidental shove or slip, or by a random teacher dismembering them. Varren had only dared to sleep in the clubroom once, but what followed was so traumatizing, he vowed to never take a rest in the classroom ever again.

Sometime last year, he had passed out due to sleep deprivation. When he awoke, the student had found crude works of art drawn on his face. But what was even more horrifying was the first thing he saw when he woke up. After his eyes finally focused, standing before him was Maina with a sliver of a smile on her face and a sharpie in hand. Literally nothing in this world was more mortifying than seeing that girl with even a glimpse of a grin. It easily ranked highly in his list of ’Horror-esque Experiences’, only beaten by the Spectre of the Literary Club and Troph's infatuation with tommy guns. Varren had nearly poured steaming water down Troph’s throat when he found out that the fedora wearing classmate was the one who edged her on. It was only the girls who fell asleep during club gatherings, since they were lucky enough to have male club members who were entirely pure at heart. They also feared Haruka’s iron fist and Yotsuki’s stainless ladle. The cookware was a perfect weapon for bludgeoning, since blood never left a mark on it.

Speaking of the the fellow senior, she had arrived at the room bearing a voyage of sweets. She was only preceded by Kirio, who easily could pass for the devil’s child. With a grin that only screamed mischief and passive-aggressive playfulness, he skipped over to Troph and Varren. Varren glanced up from Troph while he was being chewed out by Keiza, then shrugged in response to the newcomer’s question, ”Well, Troph-san is in the middle of trying to regather the fragments of his broken heart. I just arrived, just waiting for Kaichou to show us something exhilarating. The young man motioned for his classmate to take a seat, then averted his eyes to the door, when Yotsuki strolled in with her cuisines. Varren was never too fond of sweet goods, but if they were made by this certain individual, they were by far too enthralling to pass up. ”Cookies and cupcakes, eh? The green frosting is definitely quite spooky. And brownies? It’s like you cooked these in preemptiveness, as if we’d all be cut off from any source of food. But, thanks.” After making the comment, the young man treated himself to peanut-filled cookie. The second he took a bite out of the pastry, his undiverse palette tingled with approval. The young woman took a seat and gave a friendly reprimanding to Varren, slapping his shoulder with an innocent smile stretched on her face. She made a similar query as Kirio, to which Varren gave a more interesting answer. ”Well, Troph-san is currently recripracating the effects of the ploy put on by most gaming industries. I call it the Three R’s. Renaming, Repackaging, and Reshipping. I feel truly sorry for our friend’s loss. May his wallet rest in peace.” He took another bite out of the cookie, letting out a sigh of relief. Her magnificent culinary masterpieces were almost as captivating as her massive rack.

Of cooking utensils, obviously. Varren had only been to her house once, when she requested the help of a few classmates for a club celebration party. She had enough silverware to equip an armada of chefs and cooks. The pastries she crafted for this gathering quickly gathered for her the admiration of her clubmates. Soon enough, a reserved Maina, a Milo who appeared to have waltzed through a monsoon, and a lethargic Ayame entered the classroom. After a few more minutes, all of the members had congregated for the special event. Once the students gained some cholesterol from the delivered sweets, Haruka quickly shouted out, finally acquiring the page she had been sifting for. The president ran through with her introduction of the ‘Fuyuki Phantoms’, a phenomena which Varren was somewhat informed about.

The name had already piqued his interest, since over the past three years, the club had only chased urban legends and mysteries. But this was considered to be affiliated with past disasters and murders. Most of all, it was something tangible. His eyes slowly trailed towards the president, but then shifted over to his American friend, whose expression was slowly unfolding into unease. As their president continued on, Varren shared his reaction. Internally, that is. He kept a straight face, even when she mentioned their hospitalized classmate. The young man had visited her a few times throughout the school year. She was doing well overall, but she was still frightened by what she believed was an assault. Haruka then delved into demonology, which Varren wasn’t too versed with, so he left it to Troph to pick up where he faltered. Both Justin and Yinyues glared at the floor, their gazes focused on the scriptive circle below their feet. And, much to their avail, they would be the ones used in the summoning. Varren wasn’t sure whether to be happy that they were doing something real for once, or doubtful due to how it will affect the students. The young man had no questions, but was caught off guard when Milo shot to his feet, with an upright figure. After his proclamation of sweets, Varren let out a sigh, given the fact that the student was completely unphased by the president’s findings. ”That’s not a statement, my dear boy. But, I believe this saying does apply to his claim.” He cleared his throat, then pointed at the redhead, ”Give this man a cookie!” And with that, he reclined in his seat, finished with his announcement. ”Oh, and Kaichou? Do we need to offer blood? I’d rather not. Perhaps we can sacrifice pillows instead? The young man asked in all seriousness. He did not want a repeat of the event, concerning those deceased children.

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Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Akira Renbokoji Character Portrait: Maina Yuujiru Character Portrait: Sobenei keiza Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Kirio Gensou Character Portrait: Shizuka Kimura Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Maya Kisayuki Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka Character Portrait: Troph Character Portrait: Milo Kidayami Character Portrait: Sakumoto Ryusuke Character Portrait: Sin Sakumoto Character Portrait: Kaoru Ashikaga
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Watching silently as everyone finds a spot on the circle, Haruka can't help but smile in excitement. It was true that she might not have thought the whole thing out, but she figured she didn't have to. After all, the text was a mystery to her. If she'd known all the answers to it already, she wouldn't be able to enjoy it with her friends. And while the mystery delved into something she didn't particularly care for, the extensive notes left by her mentor were an oddity. For as far back as she could remember, Haruka was always told to only investigate the mysteries of reality as they'd provide far more entertainment than those of fiction. So for her great grandfather to have chronicled so much on something generally accepted as fiction before his death... it was as if she was holding the old man's life work in the palm of her hands. To share something like that with her extended family, however nonsensical it seemed, it was the ultimate mystery for her.

"Alright," Haruka snaps back to reality as she reopens the book, "Let's get started!"

Just as Haruka gets ready to read off the chant for the ritual, she notices that one spot on the circle has yet to be filled. Turning a full 180 degrees, she sees none other than Justin still standing by the chalkboard. Naturally, she wanted to yell at him playfully as she always does, but she soon finds that she can't. It was just for an instant, but there was a fierce, almost scary, intensity in her friend's eyes as he gazed at the circle. It was as if his eyes had become a never-melting ice holding back and intense blaze, if only for a second.

"Just-"

"Geez."

Before the president can even mutter the boy's name, he seemingly returns to normal and steps towards the circle, grabbing the chalk off of the teacher's podium as he does. He walks past the boundary and steps into the circle alongside Haruka, kneeling down upon stopping. The action causes Haruka to step back, as she opted to wear a skirt, but it allows for her to notice what Justin was doing.

"If you're going to draw something with chalk, at least try not to mess it up when you walk all over it." The young man speaks with a sigh as he redraws a portion of the area Haruka was just standing on. His voice still portrays a certain reluctantness to go about the ordeal, but his swift reconstruction of the ruined area seems to argue the opposite. In just a matter of seconds, he's done and he stands back up to assume his position on the circle. "Honestly, you were about to get us blown to bits or something." With his trademark sarcasm, Justin takes yet another shot at his dear friend with a smile on his face.

Feeling somewhat reassured, Haruka mindfully gets back into position and opens the book to the page tabbed 'chant'. The storm brewing outside grows in intensity and roars, but Haruka becomes calm as breathes deeply and begins to read.

Blood and iron to the flames. Mind and body cast into Hell.
The heart falls upon thy sword and forsaken life is woven into thy vessel.
The inferno is birthed from collective sin spilling out and thrown to the four directions.
Death and rebirth. Constructed five times over, the defiled body paves the way to unholy ruin.
Even still, a hollowed being is a simple price to pay.
Therefore, I announce---
You whoms fate shall be chained to my own as mine chained to yours,
in accordance with price to claim the Holy Grail, if your avarice extends beyond emotion, reason, pain, and torment, then answer!
I am the one who will become all the good of the world of the dead.
You are the one who will become all the evil of the world of the living.
So, great keeper of balance clad in chaos, step through this magic ring and release me from these chains which bind reality!
Allow me the chance to grasp that which is seeped in blood and sorrow!


As the last word is spoken, silence once again fills the room. Sheets of rain continue to buffet the classroom windows and the wind continues to wail in the darkness. Everything remains unchanged and the elaborate ritual dies off into the night.

"..."

"...Haruka!"

The nightly doldrum is broken by none other than Justin as he instantly dives towards his friend. At the same moment, the young woman instinctively turns to look behind herself and is shocked at what she finds. There, as if impersonating her own shadow, a black figure looms over her person. It possesses no features, nor any kind of presence, but the human-shaped body resonates despair, paralyzing Haruka instantly.


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Finally noticing the figure in the darkness, you move to react but find that your body doesn't respond. Unparalleled pain soon races through your body as the circle you stand on fills the room with a crimson hue. Soon after, your body as well as everyone else's begins to deconstruct. Everything is happening in an instant, but what you're now experiencing seems to go on for an eternity. As your body vanishes into the air, you feel as though every cell in your body is being carefully burned and the compounding pain assails your brain. And just before your mind succumbs to the immense torture, you witness as the black shadow's arm scythes through the air and cuts Justin in two. The young man is silenced before he even knew what happened and his best friend is forced to watch it as she slowly fades away.

"Thank you... Master..."

The mouthless creature speaks with an inhuman gurgle which rings clear in your ears. As the scene before you returns to real time, your mind slips into blissful darkness.

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Let the Game Begin~
Welcome all to my little playground. Here is where all the fun will begin. Now that you're all seperated, I can play with you all a little bit~ But I wonder what I should do first? Pluck one of you off!? Send in a horde!? The possibilities are endless now. And I've got the rest of eternity to play with my new toys~

Oh? What's that? You want to know what to do? HAHAHAHAHA! You're on your own! I'm just here to watch you rot in despair as I slowly kill each and every last one of you~ How you survive up until the end is none of my concern... However, I suppose if I'd want to make this more interesting for myself... I could say to learn from those who have already lost.


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Troph chuckled at Haruka and Justin's little display before the ritual began. It was a light-heartening scene to say the least. The calm before the storm. The storm itself came crashing down harder than the strongest of waves.

Troph's momentary amusement was quickly dispelled as the dark tension from earlier returned to the room. Although Troph had managed to avoid it earlier by keeping his mind focused on his game and the arrival of his fellow club mates, he now found it somewhat difficult to ignore.

'H-holy shit, Kaichou... You've really stepped up the difficulty level...' Troph thought as Haruka finished the incantation. Up until then, he had failed to accumulate an individual thought, completely entranced by Haruka's sermon. He hated to admit it, but the atmosphere slightly unnerved him.

As he paused to take a calming breath, his moment of tranquility was interrupted by the panicked exclamation of his vice president.

...Haruka!


Troph's eye shot open, as he found himself unable to move, speak, or even breath. As if all control had left his body. Hopelessly, Troph stared in utter horror as an entity loomed over Haruka, threatening to strike at any moment.

'Fuck... Don't tell me this is one of those boss fights, where you're supposed to lo-' Before Troph could even process the rest of his thought, unimaginable pain shot through every crevice in his being.

He wanted to die; he wanted to cry out. Both options were denied to him at this point. All he could do was hopelessly wait as every cell in his body was dismantled and burned away into nothingness. For what seemed like an eternity, Troph felt that he knew what true agony felt like. But it was only a taste, as within a few seconds the pain subsided, along with Troph's vision.

But not before a shade of scarlet flew through the damp air, along with half of his vice president's body. And then... Black.

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Nothing but the sound of incoherent mumbling could be heard, as the darkness threatened to dissipate, leaving Troph in the middle of a horrific reality. Troph was not only conscious, but alert.

The memory of Justin's death still fresh in his mind. One might think something of even that nature would subside after experiencing the excruciating pain Troph and no doubt his fellow classmates had endured. But Troph refused to let it go. As if that scene was the one thing currently holding him to reality.

Cautiously opening a single eye, Troph scanned the area above him. To his surprise, he was met not with a ceiling or even the shadowy face of their attacker. What he saw puzzled him to no end.

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[Ability Activated: Gamer's Mind] A passive ability that allows Troph to stay completely calm in any situation and think things clearly, like that of a video game character. This allows him to mentally adapt to almost any situation.


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'Sky?' Deciding now wasn't the time to be taking a nap, Troph rose up with a jerk, taking in his surroundings as quickly as he could. Realizing that he was no longer in the classroom, he didn't feel like he was in any immediate danger.

Nothing but a thin sheet of white mist. Upon further inspection, he noticed a small building within a short walking distance away. Beyond it, the fog was much too deep for Troph to make anything out. Other than a bridge and load of trees, there wasn't much else to see.

Although, he was already aware of the other's presence, Troph figured it was better to see if their current position was safe before checking on the wellbeing of his comrades.

With a calm face, Troph moves over to Varren and shakes his shoulder. "Oi, Hawkeye. Don't shoot me in the face or anything. You seem more like the type to wake up shooting rather than swinging... I won't accept any friendly fire." Before checking on the others, he wanted to make sure the guy with the gun was keeping watch.

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"If a sacrifice is necessary, Ayame would do," Maina thought to herself as she watched the blonde girl down more cookies than one could count. It was somewhat amazing how someone with such a slim figure could possibly eat so much, but the little red-head, Milo, was capable of eating just as much, only not in such a timely fashion. Ayame's gluttonous behavior quickly triggered a reaction from the baker of the Horror Club, and within moments the two were leaping out a window. This was the sort of activity that gave the club it's unique reputation, but it also made it more entertaining.

It wasn't long before their just leader was ready to begin, the shenanigans caused by Ayame barely making a dent in Haruka's plans. As they gathered around in a circle, the two club members who'd leaped form the window returning and looking rather soaked from the rain, there was an odd feeling slowly building up in Main's chest. She couldn't quite figure out what the feeling was, and chose to ignore it as best she could. If she'd been aware of the events that would take place as soon as the passage was finished being read, perhaps she would've changed her mind about participating in this activity, but how could any of them know that a tragedy was soon to take place? Every other activity that Haruka would throw at them only ended in mischievous fun, but it seemed their president had dug a little too deep this time.

Maina's eyes may have been the first to lay upon the shadow that Haruka had likely summoned before Justin pointed it out. Normally, Maina would instantly shift into a fighting stance and ready herself for danger, but as the circle drawn on the floor began to glow a fierce red, she found she'd lost all control of her body. The feeling that had been itching at her only seconds ago made sense to her now as she struggled to move even an inch, but it only took a second for her to forget about the restraint put on her muscles as Justin was sliced in two. The only thought running through her head now was whether the shadow would kill them all now, or if Justin was a mere sacrifice for the start of something more sinister.

She clenched her teeth, the only movement she was capable of preforming at this point, as pain shot through her entire body. It seemed like it would last for hours, but as darkness engulfed her, she suddenly felt like her body no longer existed. The sounds of her classmates blurred and vanished until there was nothing left.

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"Oi, Hawke....wake up shooting rather than swinging..."

Dark lashes quivered gently as Maina's consciousness began to restore itself. She could hear a familiar voice, albeit faint, and her skin felt somewhat damp as if the air around her was heavy with liquid. Her eyes opened and she stared at the dark sky for a moment, moving her fingers and toes to make sure the numbness she had felt before had left her. Thankfully, she could move again, and the forced herself to move into a sitting position.

"I won't accept any friendly fire."

That was Troph's voice. She turned her head in the direction the sound came from, making out two shapes that looked to be Varren, still unconscious, and the fedora wearing gamer that was trying to shake Varren awake. Maina picked herself up off the ground and brushed off her skirt, strands of grass falling around her feet as she did so. Taking another moment to examine her surroundings, she could see the body of Shizuka laying on the ground only a few feet from where Maina was. The older girl seemed unharmed, which gave Maina a sense of relief, and would likely wake up soon as well. Maina decided she would make her way over to Troph first, since they were the only two conscious at the moment, to let him know that she had come to.

"It's apparent that we're outside, but this place isn't familiar to me." She stopped beside Troph, her eyes scanning the surrounding area. She could barely make out the shapes in the distance, but felt no need to activate her hawk eyes. Not at this moment, at least. They'd be exploring the area soon enough, anyway.

"Troph-san, do you have a marker on you by chance? Preferably a permanent one," she said as she knelt down beside him, resting her eyes on Varren's face as she spoke.

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Well. That happened.

Varren had to gulp down the urge to break into laughter when Troph’s unrelated mother chased another club member, Ayame, out of the window. They both had the ability to defy the laws of gravity, and gracefully landed on the ground three floors below them. After things settled down, and the crook and her corresponding cop returned to the clubroom, Haruka got the show on the road. The young man hadn’t expected to bear spectacle to what he saw. The display the president put on was definitely breath-taking. But by no means was it in a good way. Throughout the duration of the experience, Yinyues was attempting to piece together the order of events.

First, a rhythmic chanting narrated flawlessly. It was like many which had been performed by the club in past years, but they never turned up with any results. Once the reciting had ceased, only the ordinary ambience filled the classroom. It was no other than Justin who broke the silence, Varren swiftly traced his line of sight to the shrouded figure creeping behind their president. Next, the friend who he was just teasing a few minutes prior was hastily killed off, words still attempting to leave his throat as he was sliced in half. The young man could barely keep his eyes open under the immense pain and pressure. His gaze shot to his closer friend mates, seeing them in the same state of unrest. Before he knew it, the student had succumb to the overbearing feeling. His body was completely frozen in place and was unable to move even a centimeter. It felt like he was being constricted, strangled by the effects of the cantation. And then, the student’s ability to retain consciousness faltered. Varren’s eyes were forced shut, and his mind fell into a void of darkness.




”Come on, open damn it. What, did you forget to work out your eyelids? ...Actually, I really need to get into working out. I think I’ve gained a few pounds rece- No. Varren, keep your head on a swivel. First, assess what you have at your disposal. Four out of five senses are operational. Use them.” The young man gritted his teeth as he began to regain his sense of touch and smell. Whatever surface his back was resting on, it was damp. He didn’t wet himself, right? It’d be even worse if somebody else took a leak on him. But given the heat and lack of smell, such a claim was crossed out. So it was just ordinary dew, accompanied by a chilly climate and heavy atmosphere. His fingers began to tingle and slowly wrapped themselves around blades of grass. [i]”Forest. Outdoors. Troph-san’s worst nightmare. If he’s here right now, I’m sure his heart will break if there isn’t any WiFi nearby.” The hairs on the back of his neck brushed up again the cool terrain. The feeling helped to spur his mind, but only by a little. Soon enough, his ability to hear returned.

”Hawkeye…”

”He knows I fairly disliked that movie. Hawkeye would never kneel before a deity. He’d shoot an arrow at his knee.” Varren began to regulate his own breathing, then felt himself suddenly thrashed around by Troph’s incessant shaking. [i]”I swear, if this guy was an EMS. He would shake the patient to death, and accidently bash their brains in. Something along those lines. Alright, back to gaining control of feeling. Joints are a little… stiff. Kinda sore, actually. Not even sure if I really want to wake up now. I mean, the ground is pretty comfortable. But I do have to find out what happened to Justin, Pres, and everybody else in the club. Although, that could wait until lat-” His ears picked up the sounds of approaching footsteps, another individual leaned over Varren.

”..."Troph-san, do you have a marker on you by chance? Preferably a permanent one.”

And with that uttered, Varren’s self-defense system enacted protocol. It quickly switched into gear, prioritizing adrenaline supplementation over other bodily processes. His eyes flung open and were instantly fixated on the white-haired student, Maina. He furrowed his brow and jutted a finger at the girl, ”I swear on whatever deity that cold heart of yours puts faith into, if you attempt to even draw on par with Leonardo, it’s gonna hit the fan. And by it, I mean Yotsuki-san’s cooking. Wouldn’t want to throw away gifted creations, now would we?” He sat forward and let out a sigh, taking in the surrounding setting. His presumptions were correct; they were indeed inside of a forest of sorts. Clouds of mist floated around them, obstructing any farsighted vision. He was barely able to make out the structure of a building to their six o’ clock, but its decals were blurred out by the fog.

Varren fixed his jacket and tie, then looked up at his fellow classmates. ”I guess your adoptive mother is still asleep, Troph-san? I thought I would’ve been the first to wake up. Could’ve teased you all about your sleeping faces. You’ve seen mine one time too many. He stretched out then helped himself onto his feet. ”Well, let’s wake up Yotsuki-san, then proceed to that house over there. Might be some resources, and some clues as to where we are. I would like to find out how we got here, but establishing means of prolonging our survival is more important.”

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Just as you all begin to head make your way to safety, a fleshy harmony resonates through the air. Slowly turning back towards the river, you spot several figures emerging from the mist towards the group. The things that emerge, while baring a resemblance to humans, reside far from the domain of man. Each of them is practically featureless, with dull, grey, scaly skin similar to that of a reptile. All of their digits go down to a razor-sharp point to complement the shark-like teeth jetting from their gaping maws while each one of their dragging steps creates a noises similar to meat slapping against a board.




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Their attention doesn't appear to be that focused; however, you get the feeling that they are all aware of your presence. And while their advance is slow, you figure it's only a matter of time before they make it to where you are.


[Encountered Cadaver x10]

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Monster Stats and Abilities Revealed:
AGI (5)

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Encountering Monsters
Oh~? It seems like you've finally met one of the many lovely beast which occupy this glorious garden. Well, I'm sure I don't have to tell you this, but... I wouldn't count on them being friendly~ So, naturally, as prey standing before it's predator, you have two choices: fight or run. However, bear in mind since you've never encountered a creature such as this, you have no idea what it's capabilities are. Of course this can be remedied by simply engaging the threat, but whether or not you can stand to do that... I'm not telling~

Live or die. Kill or be killed. The choice is yours, my precious rats~


Running Away
Mice are so good are running, don't you think~? But you know, it is basic instinct to run away from that which oppresses you. Fear, trauma, the past, love, responsibility, it makes no difference. All that matters is that you get by, right~?

To run away from enemies, you simply have to have higher Agility than them.


Kill to Live
A macabre buffet~ A banquet of carnage~ A waltz of savagery~ Fighting... it's such a simplistically beautiful thing. It just goes to show you how the world's most trivial of delicacies and bear such profound complexities. Though I suppose you truly have to experience it...

To fight, first insure that your Agility is higher than your target's Evasion. If it is, you hit and the difference between your attacking stat and their defensive stat is taken off of the opponent's HP. Of course, there are several ways to overcome this system; however, we will leave those for a later time.

As you are unaware of an enemy's stats at first, you will have to rely on the GM to perform calculations. However, as stats become readily available, feel free to do them yourselves.

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Troph began to get agitated as his attempt to rouse the hibernating Varren seemed fruitless.

It wasn't until a voice spoke out, that Troph gave up. With a startled jump, Troph turned back to see Maina making her way over to him and Troph.

'Well that saves me the trouble of waking every one of these lazy bums up.' Troph thought, as he stood up to meet her.

"Yeah. This place is pretty weird. Its almost as if we were sucked to another world." Troph stated nonchalantly, once again taking another glance at the building atop the hill. If there were answers to be found, that was definitely a good place to start.

'Jeez. If we got sucked into a manga, it should have been a Shonen one. With those beautiful girls and manly men screaming about friendship and all. But no. Survival Horror it is.'

To Troph's annoyance, his childish thoughts were interrupted by a question from the newly awakened Maina.

"Troph-san, do you have a marker on you by chance? Preferably a permanent one."


Troph stared at Maina with a blank expression for several seconds, before finally acknowledging what she was getting at. The mischievous glare in her eye diminished any mystery there was to be found in her question.

"What do you know? It just so happens that-... Ara?" Troph began to reach into his pocket confidently, only to pull it out in surprise. Upon opening his concealed fist, Troph's palm withheld a single portable charger.

"Huh. That's strange. I must have grabbed my charger instead of the sharpie..." Troph explained, while rubbing the back of his head, sheepishly.

Troph hadn't been the least bit surprised when Varren awoke, no doubt on high alert.

'It seems that he still remembers...' Troph's face paled at the memory of Varren's rage-infused torture, once he found out that Troph had been the one egging Maina on with their little prank.

"Adopted mother? You mean Yotsuki-chan, right?" Troph looked over to the unconscious baker with a tinge of worry. While Troph had forced the embarrassing nickname on her, he usually only referred to Yuzuki as "Mama" when he was speaking to her directly.

Kneeling next to her, he gave Yuzuki a couple of light slaps on the cheek.

"Mama. Varren is bullying me again. Wake up and nail him with your ladle." Troph stated in an almost monotonous voice.

It was then that a sudden tension inhabited the air. It felt similar to the way the shadow from earlier did. Oppressing and deadly. Taking a look back, Troph tilted his head to the side in disbelief.

"What are those things? Fishmen? Murlocs? These must be the basic mob creatures for this area." Troph speculated, while reaching for a switchblade that was strapped to his belt. Flicking it out and holding in the general direction of the sickening creatures, Troph readied himself for whatever action the group chose to take. Whether it be fight or flight, Troph was ready.

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''If you just watch, you learn a lot. It takes time so best get comfortable.''
Sentinel || Noisestorm




Lying on the ground of the poorly lit room, where the overhead light swung side to side with a slow creak of rusting metal. The drips of water from a old tap, the water orange from rust going down a none existent drain and onto the tiled floor stained red. Cold yet the air is heavy. Must be near the boiler room. The stench of congealed bloody hand prints on the walls and the rest smears as if someone slipped on the bloody floor beneath them with a heavy injury to their abdomen. This was not a good room to be in it seemed, the stench of blood, bile, piss and death lingered here. Yet unconscious bodies laid in the very room, not yet aware...

Nixyn flinched at the passing chilling wind, eyebrows frowning as the stench with the wind of decay, blood, piss and bile passed his nose. The dripping water frightening him in his slow rousing from unconsciousness and the sticky red substance on the floor making him cringe. When his eyes opened, they were bright, pale green blue but they were awfully confused. Looking around and squinting as the swinging light glared into his eyes. Once his eyes slowly adjusted to the light he gasped at the sight of blood. Instantly sitting up to find himself covered in blood that was not his own as he touched himself to find himself unharmed.

But then he looked around further and found he was not alone. Three others were there also, unconscious just as he was. He was reluctant to converse with them but... He couldn't not. They were, just like him covered in blood. So he slowly checked them all out, since he had medical experience. Such an ironic thing that he was from what he could tell from the worn sign above the only exit of the room saying 'Morgue' that they were indeed in a hospital. And in the basement they must be, along with the boiler room. How this place still had electricity was a wonder to him since it was so run down... But... It still looked like it was being used... And not out of the goodness of someone's heart.

So he checked the others to make sure they were not injured as well as wake them up. He was strangely calm for this situation but as a nurse blood, bile and human waste was expected to be dealt with once or twice at one point in the job. But he wasn't completely without nerves but he would not allow them to best him. His willpower and sensical mind was strong. He then get up, his face of disgust as he looked at his joggers, loose tank top and trainers. Ruined by blood... But this did not matter. What matter was what was going on and how did they all get here. He didn't recognise these people either. He went to the sink and turned the tap. Surprisingly after waiting for a minute or so the water ran clear. He took a sip of the water then washed the blood from his arms, chest, neck, hands, face and red hair. At least he could be somewhat clean... Even if they clothes were not. Perhaps he and the others could find some replacements in exploring.

He turned to the others he had checked over for injuries and gently woken up and began to talk. ''Before you ask, I do not know where we are... exactly but we seem to be in an old hospital judging from the sign above the exit of this room... I took the liberty to check you for injuries...'' He looked at the floor and cleared his throat. ''I am a nurse, so I have some medical knowledge to help you all if you do get injured... But this means the blood around you... Is not yours.'' He put his hands up that was clean. ''But please, calm yourselves. We must work together and get out. Together. This sink works so if you are thirsty, drink up... I don't know where water will be next. Wash your skin where the blood is too... You don't know if whoever's blood this is had infections or diseases and I am sure you would like to be more... comfortable. Wash your hair if you need too... We can look for clothes when we start exploring the Hospital. So I hope you can bare with me.'' He scratched the back of his neck for a moment before continuing. ''And my name is Nixyn. Call me Nix for short if you like... If you... have any ideas or questions I can answer then please speak up... I just want to help.''

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Then everyone got pregnant and died. The end~
*slow clap*